I found myself curiously relaxed and happy. Happier still was I when she pushed me, not roughly or unkindly but with a certain urgency, to the conjunc...ion of her legs which were now spread wide and open. I fell upon her and replicated all I had been taught by Jenkins. She pushed me away, told me to lie on my back and then straddled my face, her hands against the bed’s headboard and pressed herself down onto my mouth. She started a sort of keening noise then small blubberings escaped her lips. " That's a shame, Eve. You're worth the pursuit alone, not just for what you have or could get." I don't know how you could say that," she snorted. "I'm nothing but an empty shell: a nice bod with nothing inside." Bullshit," I said forcefully. "You're a hell of a lot more than that. Sure, you're beautiful. Okay, to be honest you're the most beautiful and elegant woman I've ever seen, let alone met. That's no small thing and I say that as a normal man. What you do to our hormones should be. She was wearing the tiny thong-style panties that my wife didn’t like and refused to wear. I cupped her hairy mound firmly before she turned around and threw her arms around my neck, laying a wet kiss on me. Her body yielded against mine tightly as she groaned with obvious arousal. Reaching under her dress I cupped her bare ass cheeks tightly and then I felt her pussy grow moist as it pressed against my lower thigh. We kissed deeply before she gasped for air and murmured again, “please fuck. I can see she’s hung up on you.”I looked up quickly. “What?”“When I spoke to her, I could tell she was hung up on you. She would rather be sitting here with you than her date, and she jumped at the chance to talk to you. I guess that’s why she was staring at you and ignoring her date.”“Oh, yeah. Well, I was hung up on her in high school, but that was years ago.” About that time the waiter came by and I asked for a scotch – a double. I was going to do this drunk right.“Scotch, huh? Do you want.